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 Palau and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
the Swans,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.