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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.