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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.