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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.