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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Monks,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.