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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.