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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.