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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.