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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Dead C to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.