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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
UT,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.