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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.