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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.