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 Iran and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the dance 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.