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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.