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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.