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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Sound to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.