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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.