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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The American Breed to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.