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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.