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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.