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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.