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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.