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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Deakin,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.