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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.