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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
cv313,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.