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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.