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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
MC5,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.