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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.