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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.