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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.