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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
JFA,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
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.