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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.