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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gladiators 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.