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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.