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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.