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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.