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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.