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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.