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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.