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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.