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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
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E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.