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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.