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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.