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 Malta and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.