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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the crunk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Main Source,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Fear,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.