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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.