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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s 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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.