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 Brazil and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Smoke to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.