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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.