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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.