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 Finland 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.