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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.