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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.