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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.