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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.