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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.