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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
X-101,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.