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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.