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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.