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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.