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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.