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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.