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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.