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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.