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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.