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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.