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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.