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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Index,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.