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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Icehouse to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Ludus,
the Association,
Can,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.