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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.