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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Wire,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.