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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.