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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
JFA,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.