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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.