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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.