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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.