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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Quantec to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.