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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Gong,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.