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 Bulgaria 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.