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 Kazakhstan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.