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 Israel 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.