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 Macedonia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Remains,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.