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 Philippines and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
MDC,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.