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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
Blancmange,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.