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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.