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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.