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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.