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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
10cc,
the Human League,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.