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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Whodini 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.