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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 II Soul to the funk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.