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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.