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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.