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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Associates,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.