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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.