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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
The Monks,
Erasure,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.