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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.