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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.