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 India and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
CMW,
a-ha,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.