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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.