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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.