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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Names,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.