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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Associates,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.