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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.