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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.