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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.