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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.