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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.