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 Spain 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas 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?
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.