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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Index,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.