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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.