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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.