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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.