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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.