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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
The Remains,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.