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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.