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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.