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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.