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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.