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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.