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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
CMW,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.