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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Crime,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.