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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.