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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.