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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.