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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.