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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.