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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Move,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.