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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Monks,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.