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 Libya 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.