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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.