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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.