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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Organ,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
The Names,
The Litter,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.