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 Trinidad & Tobago and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.