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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
the Germs,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.