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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Aswad,
Slave,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.