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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.