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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.