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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.