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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Monks,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.