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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.