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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Model 500,
PIL,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Nas,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.