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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.