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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Organ,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.