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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.