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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.