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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.