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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Excepter to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.