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 Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
CMW,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Organ,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.