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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.