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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Mars,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.