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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.