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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.