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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.