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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.