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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
the Association,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.