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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.