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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.