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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.