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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.