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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.