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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.