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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.