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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.