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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.