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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.