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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.