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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Visage,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.