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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.