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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.