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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.