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 Finland 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
New Order,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.