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 Grenada and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.