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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.