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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Swans,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.