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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.