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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.