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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 OOIOO to the dance 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.