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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.