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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.