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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.