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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.