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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Moebius,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.