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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.