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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.