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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.