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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.