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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.