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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.