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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.