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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.