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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.