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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.