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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.