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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.