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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.