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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.