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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 Halifax and Paris.
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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.