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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.