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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.