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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.