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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.