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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
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 Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 John Foxx 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.