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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.