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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.