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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Visage,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.