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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.