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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.