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 Senegal 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.