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 Somalia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.