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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Visage,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
AZ,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.