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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
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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.