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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
PIL,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.