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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Nico,
The Doors,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.