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 Denmark and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.