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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Whodini,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.