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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.