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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Move,
The Saints,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.