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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.