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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Pole,
Oneida,
Slave,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.