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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.