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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.