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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.