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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.