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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.