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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.