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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.