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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.