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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Nico,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.