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 Morocco 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.