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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Skaos,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.