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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.