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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.