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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.