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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.