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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.