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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.