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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.