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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.