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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.