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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.