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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
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.