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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Music Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.