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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.