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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.