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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.