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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Robert Görl to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.