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 India and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Index,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.