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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Colin Newman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.