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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.