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 Canada and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Organ,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.