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 Australia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.