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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.