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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.