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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
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.