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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.