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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.