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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.