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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.