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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.