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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.