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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.