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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.