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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.