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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.