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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
MDC,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.