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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.