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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
ABBA,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.