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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '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 Mo-Dettes 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.