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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.