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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.