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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.