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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.