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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.