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 Chile and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.