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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.