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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.