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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.