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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
ABC,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.