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 Guyana and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.