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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.