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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.