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 Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.