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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.