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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.