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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.