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 El Salvador 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.