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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.