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 Hungary and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Slave,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Television,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.