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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.