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 East Timor 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.