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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.