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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Can,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.