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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Nas,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.