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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.