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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Urselle,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.