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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.