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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Organ,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Can,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.