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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.