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 Argentina 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.