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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.