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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Cymande to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.