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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.