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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.