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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Excepter,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.