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 Cuba 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.