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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.