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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.