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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.