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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.