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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.