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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.