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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.