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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Faust,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.