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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.