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 Solomon Islands 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Technova,
Section 25,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.