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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.