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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.