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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.