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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.