Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
cv313,
Index,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.