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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.