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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.