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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.