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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.