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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Television,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.