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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.