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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.