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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.