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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.