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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Visage,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.