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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.