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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.