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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Gladiators,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.