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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.