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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.