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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '70s.
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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.