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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.