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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.