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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.