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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Section 25,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.