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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.