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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.