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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.