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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.