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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.