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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Brick,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.