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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Wings,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.