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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.