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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Residents,
PIL,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.