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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.