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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.