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 St Lucia and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Techniques to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.