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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.