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 Germany and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.