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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
The Monks,
ABC,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.