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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.