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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.