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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.