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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.