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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Can,
Deakin,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.