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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.