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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.