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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.