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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Black Pus to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.