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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Skaos,
ABC,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.