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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.