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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Brick,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.