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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.