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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.