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 Belize and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Qualms,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.