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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.