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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.