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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.