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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.