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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.