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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.