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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.