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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.