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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.