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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.