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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sandy B to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 grime 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Television,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.