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 Monaco 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.