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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Scion,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.