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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.