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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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?
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.