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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.