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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.