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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 linndrum 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.