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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.