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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.