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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.