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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.