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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.