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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.