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 Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.