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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.