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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.