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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.