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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.