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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.