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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.