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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 the Normal 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.