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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.