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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.