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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.