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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.