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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.