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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.