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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.