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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.