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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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 Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.