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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
UT,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
10cc,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.