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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
PIL,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.