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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.