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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.