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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.