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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.