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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang 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?
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.