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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.