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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.