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 Luxembourg and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.