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 Armenia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Fear,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.