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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Rekid,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.