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 Algeria 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.