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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.