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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.