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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.