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 Micronesia and from New York.
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 Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Mars,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.