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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 clarinet 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Nas,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.