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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Selecter to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.