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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.