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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Scientists,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The Move,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.