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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.