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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.