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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Flipper,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.