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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.