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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.