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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Saints,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.