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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Zapp,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.