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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.