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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.