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 Malawi 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Crime,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.