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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.