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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yaz to the dance 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.