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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.