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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.