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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.