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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Swans,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.