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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.