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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.