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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.