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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Little Man,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.