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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.