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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.