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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
JFA,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.