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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
MDC,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.