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 Bahamas 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.