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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.