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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.