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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.