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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.