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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Can,
Fear,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.