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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.