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 Qatar and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.