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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.