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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.