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 Congo 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.