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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.