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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.