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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.