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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Monks,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.