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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.