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 Djibouti and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.