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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.