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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.