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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.