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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.