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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.