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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.