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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.