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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.