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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.