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 Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.