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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.