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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
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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.