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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Colin Newman to the grime 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Liliput,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.