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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.