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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.