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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
The Sound,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.