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 Hungary and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Japan 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.