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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.