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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.