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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.