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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.