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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.