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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.