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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slave to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.