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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Ituana,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.