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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.