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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.