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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.