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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.