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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.