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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.