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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.