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 Barbados and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.