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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.