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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.