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 China and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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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.