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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.