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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the funk 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.