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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.